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“Can you have a look on your phone and see how bad this is?”

We’d barely moved half a mile over the last ten minutes. The tailback stretched as far as we could see, which wasn’t actually that far in the failing light. Normally the delay would have been annoying, but we would have laughed our way through it and used it as a chance to listen to some more music and bitch about work colleagues. But this was worse than usual. We were on our way to pick the kids up from a weekend at their grandparents and we’d both had a pretty shit few days with colds and catching up on work. We’d barely made eye contact in the last 48 hours and now we were heading back to a different, but just as taxing, reality.

I opened the browser on my phone to find out how long we might be delayed, and the last web page I was on flashed up – just as she was looking over at me.

“Fuck’s sake! I’m having trouble getting drive here and you’re getting off on, whatever you were getting off on there.”

“Sorry. That was what I was looking at last night. As I waited in bed for you to come up. I must have fallen asleep looking at it.”

I thought back canlı bahis to last night. We’d both been working all day when I blinked first. I said I was off to the office and bed and that I hoped to see her soon. In that terribly unsubtle “let’s have sex right now” kind of way. I got into bed naked, and waited a few minutes. When I heard no sound of movement from downstairs I started looking at my phone. It didn’t take long for me to get into my porn cycle – clicking from blog, to blog, to videos. Touching myself, pressing my growing cock down onto my thigh to relieve some tension. Lightly gripping it with just a couple of fingers and my thumb and slowly jerking it.

I dropped my phone, but could still hear the audio from the video. My jerking got faster, and I was using my whole fist now as the screams and moans of a cheating wife getting pounded from behind played into my left ear. I took my other hand and pushed it between my legs. Pulling on my balls, scratching my thighs. Making my way to my arse. I felt my balls tighten as my index finger circled my anus. Just as my cock started throbbing I plunged the finger painfully into my bahis siteleri hole and came all over my stomach. I fell asleep before I could clear myself up, but she either didn’t notice or didn’t care as she didn’t mention it in the morning.

“Well, I’m glad you managed to sort yourself out last night. Must have been nice to have the time,” she said pointedly.

“Sorry. I was stressed and no one else was around for a take care of it,” I said, squeezing her left knee as well I spoke. My hand stayed there. The car had slowed down to complete stop. I squeezed again, this time moving my hand to her thigh.

“Stop. I’m tired and I just want to get the kids picked up and get home.”

My hand didn’t stop though, and she didn’t do anything to move it.

“Seriously, all these people are in their cars just a few feet away. What if they see?”

I moved my hand further up her leg, pushing her dress up towards her waist. She involuntarily open her legs a touch. Enough for me to see her pants, and the small damp spot betraying her excitement. Her bare legs had a slight neon glow from the lights overhead. I looked to her face, bahis şirketleri and her eyes were shut while her lips were slightly open. She was breathing a little heavier.

“I don’t give a shit if they see us. They’d be fucking lucky to see you getting worked up, struggling not to cum as I put my fingers inside you. You look so fucking hot when you’re trying not to be slutty”.

My hand now reached the heat between her legs. I pressed into her pussy, with my fingers almost trying to push through her pants into her wet hole. I brought my other hand over and started rubbing her clit. She was going to come, it was just a matter of when, and how loud.

“Fuck. FUCK! Put your fingers inside me properly!”

“Your knickers are in the way…”

She didn’t need telling twice, and lifted her bum off the seat and pulled her pants down, letting them gather in a bundle round her right ankle. She looked dishevelled. Wanton. And ready for my fingers.

I grabbed her by the neck and pulled her in for a kiss. Her tongue invaded my mouth as I pushed two fingers roughly inside of her. Then three. Her hand moved down and she started rubbing her clit. Biting my tongue I felt her tense up.

Then she came. Coating our hands and the car seat as she squirted and screamed in my ear.

“About fucking time” she said. “I’ve been needing that all weekend”.

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